They call me the Anti-Christ

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Post 5.3, Kat has found Sam and wants to take care of him. Sam knows that she can't because she will get hurt because of him. And it goes downhill from there, rocking the core of the twins' bonds and trust.

Kat and Sam duke it out

So yeah... jstliketherifle wanted his brother to take the boredom quiz he took.

Sam refuses to post the answer he got and is twitching in a corner. I, however, felt the need to point out what he got because it broke the pup.

What Is Your Battle Cry?

Zang! Who is that, stalking amidst the fields! It is Likely-evil, hands clutching a piece of chainlink fence! And with a cruel scream, his voice cometh: "By Odin's mighty spear, I slice through beating hearts until Satan himself emerges from the pit to thank me!!"

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The silence was torture.

"Why do you keep bringing it up?" Dean asked and Sam shut himself back down because he didn't want to make his brother mad. After everything he had done, making Dean mad was the last thing Sam wanted.

Sam wanted to apologize. But how does someone say they are sorry for the apocalypse? Especially when he could have stopped it long ago by just listening to his brother. Dean - the one who had always taken care of him and Sam had turned a deaf ear to him.

For what? Thinking he could be the hero all because a demonic whore with false promises whispered in his ear while he fucked her to forget about the pain of life?

When did you fall from heaven, Sammy? When did you lose your faith in yourself?

Not talking was going to drive him mad. He needed to say something - anything! He needed Dean to scream at him, throw down and beat the crap out of him. SOMETHING that was among the Winchester line of communication.

But no. Dean didn't want to talk.

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ooc: using the prompt picture after the rain

Sam stood at his office window, looking down at the city. There was something about it just after a storm had washed away from of the grime... the smog was parted for just a bit, and it looked beautiful. His city. His achievements all there for him to see with a small rainbow even if the sun hit the water molecules just the right way.

His city... but it wasn't. Not anymore. Today he was going to give the controls over to his son for the first time. Michael was in his mid-twenties, and it was time for him to start taking on these types of responsibilities. It was an empire and Michael was the prince. If the king ever fell, he would have to take up the mantle permanently...

Sam was worried, though. It wasn't that he didn't think his son could handle it - hell, look at half the things Sam had done in his own 25th year of life - but it was the protective father in him. He still looked at his son and remembered how tiny he had been in his arms when he was born. How Sam had nurtured and raised him over the years and now he couldn't deny that he had not done his job.

It was the fear in the unknown that clenched his heart and made this hard. Fear that doing this was putting his son in more danger than normal. Fear that with Sam gone, the Triad would attack. Michael didn't have the three hundred years of experience dealing with demons and there would be one thing Sam hadn't taught him yet that would be Michael's downfall.

Sam couldn't bear to lose his only son to that kind of mistake.

But Ruby was going to take him on this vacation no matter what, so it was time to do that. He had texted his son to come to his office, so it was now just a matter of waiting and getting up the nerve to see beyond the storm and hope that it was a rainbow that lay beyond, and not destruction.

Yes, the mun is actually going on vacation for the first time in over a year! WAHOO!

And where is she going? DragonCon!!!

And sadly, I'm taking all my boys with me. So sorry, but I will have nothing to type on.

I should be back Monday night, but probably won't start attacking anything in earnest again until Tuesday afternoon/evening. So all my state-side friends, have a great Labor Day weekend. Non-Stateside friends - have a great normal weekend.

And anyone coming to DragonCon can find me in Hanover G with the writing seminar by Stackpole and Allston if you want to say hello.

Love you all!